[Refrain]

Bet twenty more, I hit the first roll (Roll)

Freaky bitch on go, she gone off the roll (Roll)

Run up in your house like I’m commando (Do)

Clip hanging out the Glock, extendo (DJ Dee Boogie, nigga, bow)

[Interlude]

.30 on 'em, pull up in that Rover

Fuckin' that bitch for hours and I told her, "Go," ayy

I pull up with .30s and Rovers, pull up with .30s and Rovers

I'm shootin' like dominos, yeah

Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up

[Chorus]

Shoot, shoot (What they hittin' for?), shoot, shoot (What they hittin' for?)

Shoot, shoot (What they hittin' for?), shoot, shoot (What they hittin' for?)

Shoot, shoot (Where he at, bro?), shoot, shoot (Where he at, bro?)

Shoot, shoot (Where he at, bro?), shoot, shoot (Where he at, bro?)

[Verse 1]

Strapped like it’s Belly, you singing, R. Kelly

You play, it get deadly, it's Grape Gang, no jelly

I'm counting up fetti, you talking already

I pull up with choppers that come with machetes

I’m fucking on Betty, her head got me steady

I call her Little Caesars, that bitch hot and ready

My gun a Little Caesars, that bitch hot and ready

I dumped my lil' bitch, now that bitch hot and jealous

Hold up, let me catch my breath

Shoot a nigga 'til he dead, say he killed himself

Fill 'em up with holes like a criminal

Paralyzed waist down, now he can’t feel himself

Roll with my gang man, I swear it ain’t nothing else

Freaky bitch, I make her touch herself

I’m balling in town, look like fuck a ref

Leave his ass stanking, I blow him like bad breath

Woah, 007, hit him with the weapon, gotta go

When the police come, dip underground

Spend a hundred somethin' when I move around

Lil' bitty boy, you still eat off the ground

You see them Haitians, they up on the 'Gram

Shh, don’t make a sound

[Chorus]

Shoot, shoot (What they hittin' for?), shoot, shoot (What they hittin' for?)

Shoot, shoot (What they hittin' for?), shoot, shoot (What they hittin' for?)

Shoot, shoot (Where he at, bro?), shoot, shoot (Where he at, bro?)

Shoot, shoot (Where he at, bro?), shoot, shoot (Where he at, bro?)

[Refrain]

Bet twenty more, I hit the first roll (Roll)

Freaky bitch on go, she gone after a roll (Roll)

Run up in your house like I’m commando (Do)

Clip hanging out the Glock, extendo (Bow)

[Verse 2]

Homicides, bitch, we known for that

Screenshotting shit, I text her, "You too grown for that"

Yeah, that trap shit, I got two phones for that

I’m a dog, I think that I got a bone to fetch

Stop what you're doing

Thirty-three in my clip, that’s Patrick Ewing

Open up wide, girl, I’m looking for the chewing

Shawty gave me head, now I know what she pursuing

It's the nina with the cooling

Mask on, AR, bitch, that’s on my side

PRG, 700, we don’t let shit slide (Crip)

We don’t let shit slide (Crip), nigga play with me, I ride (Crip)

Bitch, I’m Crippin' with the guys, we get up with three high fives

[Chorus]

Shoot, shoot (What they hittin' for?), shoot, shoot (What they hittin' for?)

Shoot, shoot (What they hittin' for?), shoot, shoot (What they hittin' for?)

Shoot, shoot (Where he at, bro?), shoot, shoot (Where he at, bro?)

Shoot, shoot (Where he at, bro?), shoot, shoot (Where he at?)